Talbot Mundy, The Marriage of Meldrum Strange… (1923)
“ He was jubilant, and in a half-hour Jeff was singing too, trolling out deep bass harmonies that made the mahout and the servants, clinging like apes on perches, thrill and stir until they nearly fell to earth. All India loves a deep voice and a man of muscle. And because sleep is less an anodyne than a result of poise and the relapse of worry—midway swung of the pendulum, as it were—Ommony fell asleep after a time, curled up with his legs over the howdah side, dreaming of things a man can’t imagine except at sea, or on the heaving top of an elephant. Bed is a lair of commonplace. ”
